You Don't Mess With The Zhaohan

I went into the theatre, got to my seat, and proceeded to wasting almost 2 hours of my time.

Look, I smiled a couple of times. When I did, what went through my mind wasn't "Hahaha oh my god I can't believe they just did that, that's bloody hilarious". That's actually from the bunch of crazy girls sitting beside me. And they weren't thinking it.

The movie consisted mainly of two things: hip thrusts and implied sex. There was also something going on about the Middle-Eastern conflict between Israel and Palestine, that Michelle Obama had the best legs and Cindy McCain wasn't getting any. Oh and a sweet little love story where Zohan ends up with a hot Palestinian chick after he tells her he wants to fuck her brains out.

I'd tell you more, but you've probably seen some sort of variant before anyway. Little Nicky, perhaps. Or Big Daddy. It doesn't matter.

At least it only costed me $6.